Battle-hungry gazes met curiosity-filled eyes in midair. Both of them had something they wanted to find in the other.
"Whether I'm Ash or not isn't for you to decide! But you've got some skill if you can beat my Princess up like this, huh?"
After taking another careful look at the woman standing high above them, Ash confirmed that he did not know her—or that face. Besides, her fully covered-up style, with even her chest hidden, did not interest him in the slightest.
So who the hell are you, acting like we're somehow close? Do I know you?
"To receive your praise truly brings me boundless joy~"
Still keeping her eyes closed, Catherine consciously turned her gaze toward Ash.
Let me see for myself what Ash is truly thinking in his heart.
Hm, this is...
This person was Ash? Not someone else with the same name?
Seriously?
What was with those sharply divided colors? The Ash I knew wasn't like this at all!
Or rather, could it be because...?
Swept by the sudden gaze from above, the Pretty Cures below involuntarily shuddered.
"Ash, do you like these Pretty Cures?"
"Huh? Why are you asking that too?"
Minami had asked, Towa and Twilight had asked, and Kirara had asked as well. Ash could understand why they had asked and had answers for them, but wasn't she on the other side? Why was she asking him that? Were they really that familiar?
"I see. So you like this type."
No wonder that witch told me Ash had been dazzled by your "beauty," seduced, and pulled into Precure's camp.
"But it's true. Compared to that old hag, you young and beautiful girls do have a much greater advantage in that department."
What was this woman even saying?!
For a moment, the Precures could